One day a long time ago I was walking over the hills and I was tired and thirsty and I came to a rock and I saw hanging out over it a pretty buch of blackberries. But they were too far out for me to reach them. So I went to the kid and said, "kid, will you go out and bring me in my bonny bunch of blackberries." "No," said the kid until you find a dog that will bite me." I wen ton till I came to a dog. "Dog," said I, "will you bite kid, for kid wouldn't bring me over my bonny bunch of blackberries." "No," said the dog, "until you find a stick that will beat me." I went along till I came to the stick. "Stick," said I "will you beat the dog. The dog wouldn't bit the kid and the kid wouldn't bring me over my bonny bunch of blackberries. "No," said the stick, "until you get fire that will burn me." I went along then till I came to the fire. "Fire," said I, "will you burn the stick?" The stick wouln't beat the dog. The dog wouldn't bite the kid, The kid wouldn't bring me over my bonny bunch of blackberries." "No," said the fire, "until you find water that will quench me." went along then till I came to the water. "Water," said I, "will you quench the fire. The fire wouldn't burn the stick,

You cannot eat haws or blackberries or any other wild fruit after Hallow Eve.

She used always to dye her clothes with blackberries, logwood and copras.

on the blackberries and they are poisonous and dangerous to eat from that night.

The stick wouldn't beat the dog. The dog wouldn't bite the kid, and the kid wouldn't bring me over my bonny bunch of blackberries." "No," said the water, "until you find a cow that will drink me". I went along then till I came to a cow. "Cow," said I, "will you drink the water?" The water wouldn't quench the fire. The fire wouldn't burn the stick. The stick wouldn't beat the dog. The dog wouldn't bite the kid, and the kid wouldn't go over and bring me my bonny bunch of blackberries". "No," said the cow, "until you find a maid who will milk me." I went on again till I came to a maid. "Maid," said I, will you milk the cow? The cow wouldn't drink the water. The water wouldn't quench the fire. The fire wouldn't burn the stick. The stick wouldn't beat the dog. The dog wouldn't bite the kid and the kid wouldn't bring me over my bonny bunch of blackberries". "Yes," said the maid, "I will." And the maid began milking the cow, The cow began drinking the water. The water began quenching the fire. The fire began burning the stick. The stick began beating the dog. The dog began biting the kid and the kid went over and brought me in my bonny bunch of blackberries". This is a type of bed time story.

Games I play are 1) rounders 2) handball 3) Donkey 4) Queenie 5) pickie 6) Hide and go seek 7) Tig 8) Blind Mans Buff 9) Four corners 10) Caps 11) Kidnappers 12) Conkers 13) Blackberries 14) bird traps 15)Haw shooting 16) Ack corns 17) duck 18) castingBlackberries
A couple of boys would get cans and go for blackberries in the months of September and October and we would make jam with the blackberries and if we did not make jam we would eat them.We never go for them after rain.

A long time ago some men were making potheen on the top of Milussa. They had a mule for carrying up the material. They were busy all night making the potheen and they went for a sleep in the morning. They left the mule where the tub of potheen was and he drank it. When he had it drank he fell asleep. Some other men went in search of the potheen and they found the mule. They thought he was dead and they skinned him. After a while he got up and walked around. They put the skin on him again and stitched it together with brambles. He lived on the mountain until the blackberries grew on the brambles and when the children used to go picking blackberries they would follow the mule to pick the blackberries off him.

Years ago there lived a boy named Patrick Kelly. Many other boys and he went to pick blackberries. They went over to the rath in Mylerstown because they knew where there were blackberries. When Patrick began to pick a hand appeared to him and would not let him pick them. Then a fairy appeared to him and said, "Don't pick any blackberries there because it is my house and go home quickly". The boy went home and told his mother. He fell sick then and died in three week's time.

One harvest evening almost seven years ago my sister Julia and I went to Dacklin fort to gather blackberries. It is a very lonely place having no houses near it. The blackberries were good and plentiful and so we delayed a good while. Just before leaving we heard music very sweet and low. We went to the place where we thought it was coming from but it was farther away. Each time we looked for it

that I may get the bonnie bunch of blackberries, 'No', says the dog, 'the kid did nothing to me'.
She went on then until she met a stick, and she said 'Stick, stick beat dog; dog won't bite kid: kid wont go over the bridge that I may get the bonnie bunch of blackberries', but the stick wouldn't.
She went on till she met a fire and says she, 'Fire, fire, burn stick; stick wont beat dog; dog wont bite kid; kid won't go over the stile that I may get the bonnie bunch of blackberries, but the fire wouldnt.
She went on till she met water, and she said, 'Water, water,quench fire; fire wont burn stick; stick wont beat dog; dog wont bite kid; kid won't go over the bridge that I may get the bonnie bunch of blackberries; but the water wouldn't
She went on till she met a bull, and she says, 'Bull, bull, drink water;

to see the horse and all the owl had begun to grow, tae men clipped it and got 20 lb of wool off it . The blackberry time came round and then the blackberries began to grow on it. Every day coming home from school the children used to get the horse , and they got a big can and began to get the blackberries of the horse.

About a generation ago women used to scrape a moss called Golden ban off rocks and take it home to use as dye. The oak bark of a tree was also used for the dye. Blackberries were also used. The Golden ban, the oak bark and the blackberries would be all boiled together.

without his skin. Daniel went back to Carndonagh again for the horses's skin. When he came home he put the skin on the horse again and tied it with briers. In a year there were blackberries growing on the horse. All the children of the place were pulling the blackberries off the horse.

dinner". "I will go with him tomorrow" said the girl with two eyes. When the morning came she said to Líam "I am going with you out today" "Is maith í a chailín bean a' dá shíl" said Líam. They went picking the blackberries and she fell asleep and the same thing occurred and when Líam had his fine dinner eaten he told her to wake up that she had enough slept. She ran home when she woke up she was weak with the hunger. "What news" said the mother. "No news" said the girl "he is getting nothing" "it is the black berries that is fattening him". "What were you diong all day" said the mother. "We went picking blackberries and we had a sleep". "Ah you fool" said the mother "that is the time he got the dinner". "Never mind them" said the girl with the one eye "I will go tomorrow. When the morning came she said to Líam that she would go herding with him. "Is maith a chailín bean a aon tsúil" said Líam. When the dinner hour was coming "we will go picking blackberries" said Líam. "No" said she. "we will have a sleep so" said he. "No" said she. The dinner hour came and the boláinín came and he brought out the grand dinner. Líam went near and sat near the table and began to ate. "Let you stop there" said Líam "you will get nothing to eat here your mother would leave me in the corner and take you into the parlour". When Líam had enough eaten the boláinín

for about a month. Then they are seasoned. We eat many of them on November's night. Hazel trees are very plentiful around EnnisBlackberries. When the blackberries are ripe we go out the country and we bring a tin-can with us and we fill it up with blackberries.The house that Jack built. This is played around the fire. You get a stick and you pass it around the fire. If they are not quick enough to answer your question they will be slapped.

be lessening your journey. So he slept again for three hours during which time Caol was journeying to Howth. When he awoke he kindled his fire, cooked the remainder of the pig, consumed it and finished his wine. Gathering up the bones he tied them up in his coat and started his race. After some time he beat his companion and, being hungry he sat down and finished whatever remained in the bones, while Caol passed by.He continued on and after some time overtook the other and once more he felt hungry. Coming to where grew a break of blackberries he picked and ate enough. Gathering up the remainder he continued on. By the time the greater portion of the journey was completed he beat Caol once more. At this time Fionn had sent a messenger out on the hills to learn something of the race. He saw the "Bodac" coming but thinking it was the other he returned and told Fionn that Caol was carrying his companion on his back. At this news there was great grief in the camp. Fionn sent out another man for better tidings but, before he returned the "Bodac" has arrived. The Fianna rushed around him for news of the race but he was too hungry for talk. Opening his coat he threw the blackberries on the ground and demanded a sack of oatmeal which he mixed with the blackberries. Caol was then approaching in a terrible rage because of his defeat. He drew his sword to slaughter

water won't quench fire; fire won't burn stick; stick won't beat dog; dog won't bite kid; kid won't go over bridge that I may get the bonnie bunch of blackberries, but the bull wouldn't.
She went on then until she met a butcher and she said, Butcher, butcher, kill bull: bull won't drink water, water won't quench fire: fire won't burn stick: stick won't beat dog: dog won't bite kid: kid won't go over the bridge that I may get the bonnie bunch of blackberries, but the butcher wouldn't.
She went on till she met a rope and she said, 'Rope, rope, hang butcher, butcher won't kill bull: bull won't drink water: water won't quench fire: fire won't burn stick: stick won't beat dog: dog won't beat kid: kid won;t go over bridge that I may get the bonnie bunch of blackberries, but the rope wouldn't.

Blackberries.
Sometimes my mother told me to gather some blackberries. I got a tin can and went to a place where there were plenty of briars. There were plenty of blackberries growing on the briars so I began to pick them. I only took the good ripe ones that there were no maggots in. When I had enough gathered I took them home to my mother and she put them in a pot and boiled them. Then she emptied them into a thin corn flour bag and squeezed the juice out of them. She set a dish under them and let the juice soak into it all night. Then she put the juice into a pot with some sugar and boiled it again. When it was ready she took it off the fire and when it was cool enough she put it into jam pots and when it was cold it was firm and ready for use.

Grammar 21-2-1938The boy picked blackberries. The farmer ploughed the field. The boy who liked blackberries picked them on his way home. The farmer who was good at ploughing ploughed the field.

watching to catch the buttons coming down and was whoever would have the most they would be the best. They would play Buttons by the fireside long ago.
Long ago it was a great pastime for the people to go out in the fields picking blackberries and they would put Sugar on them and make jam of them and eat them. The children also pick blackberries now just the same as the people long ago. The people used to be catching birds in Winter long ago and they also catch them now in the Winter time.